The almost true exploits of an intrepid spinster and her stitching...and all of the things that make up her crazy, happy, quiet little life.

Dec 6, 2017

JUST US CHICKENS...

Rich has gone to work, and I am left to my own devices in the Happy Chair today. I am still decidedly unwell, but I really do think that this might be my new normal for a bit.

(At least that's what the chart in my kidney notebook says. The only symptom I don't have at this point is edema/swelling, so I definitely have THAT going for me!)

Today I have promised myself to deal with the enormous basket of mail that has accumulated. I have gotten myself into a very bad habit of not looking at things as I should, and I end up finding all kinds of things in there.

(Note to self: Must get better about spending a little cockpit time. Also need to get another Erin for the new year and use it!)

I had hoped to clean and scrub and scrub and clean the apartment to within an inch if its life today, but methinks a little more time under the Magic Blanket with the last five episodes of Outlander might be better for me.

(Can I get an "Amen" from the congregation, please?)

So that's it for today, Dearies. A whole lotta nothin' goin' on in these here parts. I hope you are warm and safe and dry in yours, that your needles are flying, and that you'll come tell me all about it!

Your plans for the day sound like just what the doc ordered...maybe a little Downton Abbey on the TV and stitching? With a tea break of course. All you need is the good china and Carson to serve.. ;) xo Mj